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The-Dream - Rockin' That Thang
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Listen to Crown - EP by The-Dream
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The-Dream
The-Dream
Programming
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Programming
Eddie Smith III
Eddie Smith III
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Composer
Christopher Stewart
Christopher Stewart
Composer
C. Harris Jr
C. Harris Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Godz of Analog
Godz of Analog
Producer
Tricky Stewart
Tricky Stewart
Producer
Bart Schoudel
Bart Schoudel
Engineer
Alec Newell
Alec Newell
Recording Engineer
Terius Nash
Terius Nash
Producer
Brendon Harding
Brendon Harding
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Wuepper
Andrew Wuepper
Mixing Engineer
Josh Drucker
Josh Drucker
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

You try to make her wyle out I just make her wyle out WYLE OUT She don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all on my phone right now like that's my dick Nigga she don't love you cause if she did She wouldn't be all in the club reppin' like she my bitch Nigga that's my shit, you can't stand it but that's my shit Don't need to be dramatic but that's my shit Let a nigga try to come behind me She met you while tryna find me Try to nevermind me Ain't gotta remind me boy that's my shit You try to make her wyle out, I just make her wyle out (turn up) I put that pussy in the rain, you put that pussy in a drought I make her wanna stay, you just make her wanna leave She want me to put a ring on it, but you, she don't wanna be seen We've been places that you'll never, ever, ever go Don't know shit about her that you'll never, ever know I know how to push that button, trust me y'all just fuckin' And you gon say that you don't care but I know you give a fuck (nigga) I call and she comin', you call, hit the button Love it when I shove in and I have it all in her stomach You the type "The hell, why you ain't call me or nothin'" Man I wouldn't have the bitch in the mall with me for nothin' You can keep the petty conversation We know two words, orgasm and penetration Big dawg, ball to the wall, goin' all in Send her ass back to ya, hope you fall in Kick it with her ratchet friends, You took all ten of 'em with you to the club And got 'em all in, scrub Bet anything you would give one day To know the life that a real nigga live one day Know what it like when nigga fuck with you for real for running yay That can still hit the streets and get a mil in one day So bet, bet if she met the King, The only thing you could be, Is the next best thing nigga
Writer(s): Terius Nash, Christopher Stewart, Clifford Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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